Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams   Her honey belly pulls the seams   Curves are still upon the hinge   Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin      Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night   The sponge is full, well out of sight   All around the conversations   Icing on the warm flesh cake      Light creeps through her secret tunnels   Sucked into the open spaces   Burning out in sudden flashes   Draining blood from well-fed faces      Desires form in subtle whispers   Flex the muscles in denial   Up and down its pristine cage   So the music, so the trial      Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens   Dance in circles, they the blessed   Man and wife, undressed by all   Their grafted trunks in heat possessed      Even as the soft skins tingle   They mingle with the homeless mother   Who loves the day but lives another   That once was hers      The worried father, long lost lover   Brushes ashes with his broom   Rehearses jokes to fly and hover   Bursting over the bride and groom      And the talk goes on      Memories crash on tireless waves   The lifeguards whom the winter saves      Silence falls the guillotine   All the doors are shut   Nervous hands grip tight the knife   In the darkness, till the cake is cut   Passed around, in little pieces   The body and the flesh   The family and the fishing-net   And another in the mesh      The body and the flesh